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English[en]
‘It can’t be helped, Sam,’ said Frodo sadly. He had suddenly realized that flying from the Shire would mean more painful partings than merely saying farewell to the familiar comforts of Bag End. ‘I shall have to go. But’ - and here he looked hard at Sam - ‘if you really care about me, you will keep that dead secret. See? If you don’t, if you even breathe a word of what you’ve heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes.’
Cornish[kw]
‘Nyns eus dewis, Sam,’ yn-medh Frodo yn trist. Ev re aswonnis distowgh, poenya diworth an Shayr a omvysksa dibarthow paynekka es leverel ‘duw genes’ dhe’n es aswonnys a Bag End. ‘Res yw dhymm mos. Mes’ – ev a viras stag orth Sam- ‘mar kerydh yn ow hever, ty a vynn gwitha henna yn-dann gel. A gonvedhydh? Mar ny’n wrelles, mar hwysttres neppyth keffrys ha ger a’n pyth a glywsys omma, yma govenek dhymm Gandalf dhe’th treylya yn kroenek ha lenwel an lowarth gans serf-gwels.’